Ryo and Sachiko made their way to the scooter parked near the entrance of their fortified home. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the street, and the air was cool and quiet, save for the distant shuffling of zombies. Ryo approached the scooter with purposeful steps, his mind focused on the tasks ahead. He opened the box at the back of the scooter, retrieving a gallon of fuel he had stashed away. As he began refueling, Sachiko stood nearby, her gaze shifting nervously between Ryo and the zombies that loitered in the distance.
Though Ryo had assured her of their safety, the sight of the undead never failed to send a shiver down her spine. The way they moved, unnaturally quiet and obedient, was a constant reminder of the strange and terrifying world they now lived in. She knew these zombies were under Ryo's control, protecting him as if he were their master, but that knowledge did little to ease her anxiety.
